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Hi, I'm Celeste. I like pretty things and I'm a pretty chill person. I think I'll probably write more here later...




Song of the Day:
Broken Strings by James Morrison

Thursday, May 14, 2009
5:30 a.m.

It's 5:30 AM and I'm still not tired. Jack left about thirty minutes ago to catch some sleep before his 8 AM exam. My exam isn't until 11:30. I know I have time to nap, but I'm not tired and my mind is running one thousand miles a second. It's moving too fast to even put here what I'm feeling and want to say. Does any of this make any sense?

I'm  think I'm prepared for my exam. I hope I am. My mom will be disappointed if I fail. Isn't that the saddest thing ever?

I'm gonna not be on blogger and not waste my time and do productive things instead. I just wish I had company to cutely scold me whenever I'm not doing work.

If you're reading this... what are you most looking forward to in the next few weeks? Tell me about it. And since, then, you'll be commenting anyways, what are good kitten names? I'm getting one next year. 

c.